Nature can be trusted to work her own miracle in the heart of any man whose daily task keeps him alone among her sights, sounds and silences.

The Cardinal ... It was as if a pulsing heart of flame passed by when he came winging through the orchard.

a trouble shared is a trouble half endured.

I do not know why it is the fate of the world always to want something different from what life gives them.

The seasons run with swift feet.

Now what is a guest? A thing of a day! A person who disturbs your routine and interferes with important concerns. Why should any one be grateful for company? Why should time and money be lavished on visitors? They come. You overwork yourself. They go. You are glad of it. You return the visit, because it's the only way to have back at them.

My publishers will make any kind of a beautiful book I design and send in to them, but ... For poetry they have less use than a rooster would have for skates.